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Thank fuck for the English translations underneath all the signs. Otherwise Ember would have no idea which way to go; he probably would have ended up blundering onto another flight to some other part of Europe. He was tired and disoriented and smelly. Par for the course for someone who'd had to get up at 6 am for a 2 hour flight. But he'd made it. His black hoodie covered his shock of electric blue hair, save for one little strand that poked out down between his eyes. He clutched his backpack, crammed with clothes and just enough electronics to stay under the 10 kilo weight limit. It was starting to really weigh on him now though, even with his long green tail supporting the bottom of the bag. He couldn't wait to unpack it, even if only for a couple days. That wasn't something he needed to concern himself with. He'd arrived.

The sight of the stocky red panda waiting for him after customs confirmed that. He looked a little bit groggy as well, little dark circles underneath his eyes, but he smiled and waved nonetheless. They'd not met in person until now, and as he approached, Ember wondered what he might say, what the best way to say hello might be. Would they hug? Handshake? Maintain a respectful awkward distance?

Nope, he's going for a hug. Liam's arms were stretched out wide as he approached with surprising speed. Ember still had time to open his own arms before the panda grabbed the lizard tight in a big hug. He was a good bit shorter than Ember, and he found himself taking Liam's weight a bit as the panda leaned into him. Definitely a theatre luvvie's hug, tight, warm and genuine. He smelled nice too, like fresh mint or tea-tree leaves. It made sense that the panda had time to shower. Though it made Ember feel a little bad - he probably smelled more than a little ripe.

"Good to see you!" Liam exclaimed, giving Ember another squeeze and a growl. "You made it okay?" "Yeah, it was good." Ember nodded and smiled down at him. "Just didn't really sleep last night, though, sorry." "Oh no, totally," Liam responded, his hands sliding back into the pockets of his shiny black-and-blue tracksuit jacket. "Flights just destroy me. Don't worry, you can nap back at the house. We're only about 30 minutes away."

"Cool!" Ember said. He felt himself smiling a bit too hard. Nodding a bit too much. There were the nerves again, one of the reasons he'd been up so late the night before. "Do you mind if I have a quick smoke before we get on the bus?"

"Sure sure!"

They chatted as Ember smoked. Or rather, Liam talked at Ember, who nodded and grunted through the panda's rambling stories. Every so often he'd accidentally blow some smoke into the panda's face, and he'd apologize, but Liam hardly seemed to mind too much.

Ember's mind had been tossing and turning more than a little about this trip. Not so much about visiting a foreign country, he was quite used to that. But moreso, well... how do you handle the first meeting with someone who you've done some kinky shit with? Someone who you've seen naked on a webcam, and who's seen you too? You can't unring a bell like that, and there's bound to be some kind of tension between the two of you. Not a bad kind necessarily. But a hint of magnetism, a hint of uncertainty. A question that hangs in the air, specifically Where is this Going?

If there was, though, Liam hadn't seemed to notice it. He seemed totally blasé. Well, not blasé, but relaxed? As though he'd done this greeting a hundred times before. He was awkward, just a little, but it struck Ember as just generalized social awkwardness. He seemed like he knew what to expect from Ember's visit; that or he didn't know, but just didn't care. He did talk quite a bit, rambling about the trip over, things he'd been up to, cracking corny jokes. Ember laughed graciously at them; they weren't great, but at least the red panda delivered them fine. He talked a _lot_though... maybe he was nervous?

"So, your flight was nice? Shit, I asked that already, sorry!" Liam let out another dorky giggle as they stepped onto the bus. Liam had taken Ember's backpack off him, resting it in his lap. He'd been giggling quite a bit as well. For some reason, knowing the wah was nervous reassured the scalie as well. He was able to relax a little more. Let his hands rest in his laps, his green-scaled knuckles briefly brushing against the soft fur of Liam's paw. He noted a slight increase in temperature when he did that. Liam didn't stammer or focus on it, but he was affected...

Eventually, by the time they stepped off the bus and headed down into a metro, the conversation had settled into a comfortable silence. Liam had asked a couple of simple questions, got a couple responses, and now the two of them could relax. Though Ember's eyes felt a little heavy. He found himself leaning against the soft panda's body every so often. Liam met him halfway, pressing against him in return.

God, he smells good, Liam had been thinking to himself. But he knew it might be a bit much to broach that subject too soon. He'd been hyping this visit up for a while. Maybe over hyping it. Though they were both to blame for that. He was trying not to think about the previous conversations they'd had, the "I can't wait to"s and "when I see you, we're gonna"s. The things that one says when they're horny and safe behind a computer screen, but that they might be a bit afraid to actually act on. He made eye contact with Ember again, smiled, then looked away. Didn't want to look too long.

He could still feel the after-effects of that gentle brush against his knuckle. Like a burn, only far less painful. He couldn't take his mind off that touch. He imagined the tingles from that touch spreading further and further up his arm, around his paw. Hadn't Ember once teased him about turning him into a scalie, too? Yeah... not normally his thing, but at the time...

-you'd look cute :3c

-Yeah?

-all that panda fluff gone, nothing but lovely smooth scales left

maybe i'll make you into a kobold

one that can't help but submit to their superior

a superior dragon like me, specifically

-Hehehe. <333

TF had never been a thing for Liam, and he wasn't sure if it even was one of Ember's things. But those flirty text conversations could go anywhere. It was one of the reasons Liam found the lizard boy so exciting to talk to. It was the reason he was trying to avoid getting too turned on by just being in his presence. Because quite honestly? He was just as cute in person.

He tapped Ember on the shoulder when they got close to their stop. His claw rubbing against the lizard's shoulder just a tiny bit longer. Ember let out a soft, pleased little grunt. Liam couldn't help but let out a short giggle.

"Nearly there. Then you can body slam your bed and just chill a while. Hope you don't mind a floor mattress." "How dare you!" Ember put on a mock-annoyed tone, still grinning as they made their way up the escalator out of the metro station. "I insist on a queen size bed!" "Could be arranged," Liam replied, his tone a bit smoother and lower than either of them expected.

Both of them turned a little bit red, riding up the rest of the way in silence. Ember busied himself with looking at the posters on the sides of the escalator. Trying not to think about what was just said, and trying to hold back a nervous smile. They didn't have far to walk until they made it to the apartment building where Liam lived. In the foyer was a rather small elevator that looked like it came out of the 80s ; no sliding doors, just a regular door that opened into a small, mustard-yellow box. "Like I told ya before, this thing's slow as shit, but we're on the top floor." Liam said. "So, uh..." Ember chuckled. "You want to-" "You take it, i'll meet ya at the top?" the panda blurted out quickly.

"Oh!" Ember nodded. "Right right. See you at the top?" "Yeah, I'll beat ya up there."

As Ember stepped into the elevator, the inner door slowly sliding over to lock, he watched Liam make his way up with his backpack. And he took a breather. Phew. Yeah, it was more than a little claustrophobic in here. Liam could have fit, but it might have been a little...

-I want to kiss you all the way up. Have you watch yourself in the mirror as I strip you down. You'd better hope no one hops on the elevator on our way up... maybe you'll be zonked by the time we get to my apartment~

-huff

yes pls

As the door slipped open on the top floor, the lizard adjusted his baggy jeans and tried to hide the slight chub he was sporting. Liam was at the top already, the door to his apartment open. "In y'come!"

"Oh, thank God, I'm so ready to just pass out..." Ember laughed. "The flight's catching up with ya?" "Yeah..."

Liam lead Ember to the left into the small kitchen. "The next door in's my room, go ahead and make yourself comfy. Do you want tea?" As he said that, he was already filling the kettle with water from the sink.

"Oh no, don't worry about me," Ember said.

"Well, I'm havin' some, I'm not going back to bed!" He laughed. "But you get comfy, okay?" There was a double bed on a wooden frame, covered with purple and lavender bedsheets. The duvet had been left crumpled up a bit. The mattress on the floor, however, was made up properly at least; white bed sheets, a black duvet cover and pillow, nice and simple. He didn't really take in much else of the room. He saw something soft, and all he wanted now was to throw himself on it and pass out.

Ember looked at the wrinkled bed sheets of Liam's bed and rocked on his heels a little, kicking off his shoes. His bare feet splayed out as he sighed with relief at last. He'd had enough walking for today. He dropped his backpack next to the floor mattress, and sat on Liam's bed, looking at his bulging bag one more time. Did he want to unpack this now? Fuck that. He slid it underneath Liam's bed with his foot. And then the next thing he knew, he was just falling back onto Liam's bed, splaying sideways across it and closing his eyes with a groan.

The bed smelled of Liam, for sure. It wasn't incredibly pungent, but he could smell the sweat, feel the remnants of his body heat. Reptiles tended to be attracted to that type of thing anyway. Let alone someone like Ember, who had a bit of a thing for mammal musk. "Mmmh." he sighed softly. He could hear the soft rumble of water boiling, and Liam poked his head around the corner.

"Taking my bed already?" Liam laughed.

"Sorry, jus... gimme a sec."

"No problem, Your Majesty. -oh, shit sor-"

Your Majesty.

Ember knew of that trigger, he had been wondering whether or not it'd come up, whether or not it'd work right at this moment. But... hearing it, hearing those words spoken out loud, in the same space as him, it penetrated right to the core of his mind in an instant, his muscles relaxing, his mind tingling, his body sinking into the soft springs of the bed. He still felt tired, but that tiredness seemed less important, less pressing. His mind's priorities shifted, from thoughts of sleep to thoughts of a different kind of relaxation.

Your Majesty.

He remembered being called that before. One of the first times it'd been reinforced on him. He was sitting at his computer, his head pitched forward. His eyes closed, his mouth ajar. Liam's voice cooing into his ears, through his headphones. "The more I remind you of your standing, the more I remind you of what you are, the better it feels, Your Majesty. You like being reminded of how regal, how superior you are, Your Majesty. You like to feel powerful, Your Majesty. Sit on your throne and relax for your servant, Your Majesty. Imagine your servant massaging your shoulders, your majesty. His fingers kneading slow, gentle circles around and around, digging in further. Helping you sink into your chair.

"You're letting your legs splay out, those gorgeous regal feet. Waiting for two other loyal servants, two other pandas... what do you think, Your Majesty? Should they use their paws, or their faces?"

Prince Ember was so relaxed, it took him a moment to inhale, and sigh out his response. "Facessss..."

"Excellent choice, your Majesty. You can feel them press their warm fuzzy faces to your soles. So weary, so soft, so ready for their tongues. And they'll give them a nice, long lick..." Liam licked his microphone - or at least it sounded like he did. The wet, lascivious slurp sent another tingle of bliss through Prince Ember's woozy head, and he could feel the bulge between his legs throb, dribble more pre.

"Mmm..." Prince Ember sighed. "My royal garments are getting soaked..." "Very good, Your Majesty," Liam, his servant crooned. "What better thing to stain your clothes than your royal fluids? Your royal musk... making your servants drunk, lovestruck, obedient."

"Yessss..." Ember's tongue lolled out, the lizard boy lost in this hypnotic fantasy...

From then on, all it took was Liam calling him by that title to rile him up, to make him squirm.

-Having an okay day?

-fuuuuuck this day

rip me

-Sorry to hear Your Majesty <3

-hhhey

-You're lovely, don't forget!

-ohhh, you're such a good servant, you don't need to remind me though~

though having you between my legs

taking deep breaths in

that would improve my day considerably

-Yes Your Majesty >///>

It was a fun trigger, too. It allowed Ember to slip into a lovely, confident state of mind. Allowed Liam to get his own fix of submission. When you find a trigger that just works like that, that just gets to the heart of why hypnotism is fun... it's electrifying. Ember was feeling that electrifying feeling just now. A mental tug towards a more dominant mindset. He could have resisted it, or ignored it, sure. But those memories surging to the forefront of his mind made it far too tantalizing to ignore. Fuck it, why not break the ice now, and break his servant in?

"Oh shit, sorry," Liam added with a laugh. "I didn't mean to-" "Shh," Ember hissed, shifting himself onto the bed and putting his feet up on the end of it. It was a slow, languorous movement. First his left leg splayed over, then the right. He rested his head on Liam's pillow, putting his hands behind his head. His tongue flitted out as his smile widened. There was a slight glaze to his eyes as he looked at the panda, splaying out his toes. His soles were smoother, just a little softer than the tops of his feet. A paler shade of green, nearly yellow. He'd shown them to Liam before on cam, but seeing them in the flesh was a far more tantalizing experience. He was blushing bright red with embarrassment, perhaps arousal too.

"Ember, sorry, I didn't mean for this to come up so soon, I-"

"When I tell you to shush, I mean shush, servant."

"Holy shit..." Liam giggled nervously.

Emboldened by the nervous wah boy, Ember followed the hypnotic impulse, the desires that had been implanted in him. He felt the ache pooling in his feet as they splayed out. They needed a massage. "Would you mind getting to work on my feet, servant?" the Prince's toes wiggled, starting from the little toes of his left, rippling over to the big toe, continuing on to the right. Liam's gaze was following them, so Ember sent the ripple back the other way. Shifting forward slightly. "I mean, yeah, but l-let me just get some tea first-"

"Some tea? I didn't give you permission to drink tea, did I?" Ember sat up slightly, crossing his arms. "N-no." Liam's grin widened, but he still didn't move from where he was.

Ember's toes wiggled, and the panda's blue eyes shot to them instantly again. Almost as though he were conditioned to stare too.

"Look at my perfect feet," Ember said. "You know where you belong. As close to them as possible. It's your responsibility to keep them relaxed and soft, isn't it? Hop to it."

"Y...yes Your Majesty." Liam relented at last, slipping over quickly and getting on his knees. He placed one hand on each foot, pressing his thumbs into the soft sole. The flesh dimpled against the touch of his thumb, and as he massaged in slow circles, he watched the soft scales make little wrinkles. It was soft, pliant, and a lovely salty musk reached his nostrils. Ember had told him before that he tended to get very musky, and especially now, he believed him. He was still a little hesitant as he rubbed though, not sure how firmly he should be rubbing. He didn't want to cause Ember any extra discomfort after all... what if he made things awkward?

"Mmmh, a little closer, please," Ember hissed. "You'll need to be much firmer than that, servant boy."

"Yes, Sire-" Liam croaked out as he felt Ember's tail wrap around his wrist, tugging and kneading it. Far more dextrous than his fluffy panda tail, which was now a great deal puffier thanks to his fur standing on end. It kneaded into his wrist, the tip finding its way to his palm. Rubbing and tracing slow circles as Liam took another deep breath of that musk. He became slightly aware of his cock pressing against his leg, throbbing. The feet shifted subtly from side to side, the toes wiggling one by one. He leaned in to look at the little details, the little crests and arches of the lizard prince's ankle. His breathing slowed, matching the rhythm of Ember's breath. The soft coos and moans His Majesty made were like music to his ears. Now he was starting to feel a bit more relaxed. Maybe if he moved in a bit closer, he could-

Ember's tail gave a sudden tug, and Liam was pulled forward.

"Sink, slave," Ember hissed. Liam's vision blotted out by Ember's foot pressing right into his face, shortly joined by the other. Confusion and disorientation gave way to a delicious blankness as the command took hold in his distracted mind, and he breathed in deep, his nose pressed right into the balls of that soft, sweaty foot. The other foot rested on top of his head, stroking and kneading in little circles on his scalp, mussing up his hair.

"The more you breathe in, the further you sink," Ember cooed. "The more you press into my paw, the further you sink. And the further you sink, the better it feels, you've told me that so many times, haven't you slave?"

"Mmmn." Liam mumbled, his eyes rolling upwards as he took another deep inhale of those feet. All his energy and all his will was dropping through the floor, melting down around his legs as he sank, and sniffed. The foot on his face slid down to his lips, his jaw already slightly ajar. It was easy to pop a couple of toes into his mouth, warm and soothing to the touch. Ember couldn't help but giggle, his free foot pressing down on the top of the panda's head.

"That'ssss the spirit," Ember hissed. "Giving your Princcce a nice deep kissss. You love to tassste him, don't you?" "Mmmn." Liam moaned. It was the same as Ember ; he could have resisted the impulse to drop. He could have fobbed it off, but it felt too good not to. It felt like the right impulse to follow, to get some fun out of the way. He'd been hoping to taste, to lick, to sniff those feet, and here he was, sampling them. And they were far more delicious than he could have imagined...

Those toes slipped free from his mouth with a soft pop, and Ember let the wet digits slither all over Liam's face. Covering the woozy panda with his saliva, marking him with that scent.

"There's a good pet," Ember cooed. "Now, fetch me my cigarettes from my bag, servant. You don't mind me smoking in here."

"I don't mind you smoking in here," Liam repeated with a soft, woozy giggle. There was a balcony literally just outside the window, but he was too aroused, too woozy to suggest it. His movements were sluggish as he tugged out the backpack from under his bed and searched. As though he were being puppeted by an amateur. He was taking a while, with his head very close to the edge of the bed. So Ember took advantage of his woozy state. "Hurry up, slave," he hissed. He'd tugged off his pants and thrown them aside. And Liam suddenly found his face pressed right between Ember's thighs. Something hard but still slightly squishy pressed to his nose, hidden behind dark briefs. Something wet and musky pressed to Liam's nose, and he breathed it in. The salty, heady scent of Ember's musk. His arousal. It throbbed against him. Ember's hips gyrated gently, pressing and mashing into the woozy panda's face. Drawing him deeper as he rifled through the bag, a lot more half-heartedly now. To Prince Ember's, Liam's maw found its way around the bulge, and began to suckle and squeeze. Soaking the fabric as that dick throbbed. The panda boy nibbled and lapped at the underwear, letting that cock slip into his mouth as he suckled. "Mmmh, dirty dirty boy," Ember giggled, giving Liam's head a tight squeeze. "Have you got my cigarettes?"

"Mmmnh..."

Liam woozily held up the pack, and Ember took it in his hand. As he suckled , his vision blotted out by his Prince's crotch, Liam heard the sound of the lighter flicking to life. The soft sizzle of thin paper burning as Ember inhaled. The telltale smell of smoke wreathing his face, mingling with the smell of his musk. He stayed there, still massaged by those thighs, that musk. Still suckling on the wet fabric of those briefs. Feeling the pulse of that meat in his mouth as Ember let out a soft gasp.

"Good boy. Enough for now..."

The thighs released their hold on him, and Liam shook his head woozily. Still smelling Ember, still tasting him on his face, that musk and smoke still swirling around him.

Ember was sitting up now, cross legged, palming at his wet crotch with a grin. "I'll have another. Light this one for me, pet."

"Yes, Master," Liam murmured as he clambered up onto the bed with him. The bed creaked slightly, not quite used to having the weight of two people on it, as he slipped the end of the cigarette between Ember's lips. The flame danced as he lit it with the lighter. Ember took a deep drag through his pursed lips, his eyes looking into Liam's. With a smile, he exhaled out his nose, two little jets of smoke wreathing the panda's face. Liam smiled, woozy, thankful for the gift.

"Now, come here," Prince Ember said. He took the cigarette out for a moment to press his lips to the panda's. The acrid taste of smoke still on his breath as the serpentine tongue invaded the mammal's mouth. Liam shuddered with delight, his mind kick-started again by the taste and the feel. He kissed back, his tongue slithering against Ember's. One hand reached up to rub Ember's chin, the other slid between his thighs to rub at the lizard boy's crotch.

"Mmm?" Ember pulled away. "Did that jostle you out of it?" "Yeah, a little," Liam admitted, giving Ember another kiss on the nose. "But you've put me in the mood..." "That's fair," Ember replied. "I do still feel like being treated like royalty though..." "I can help with that."

They kissed between drags of Ember's cigarette until it was nearly gone. Liam opened a window out to the balcony, where an old glass ashtray had been left from a party from months ago. Ember flicked it into it. "Now then, servant. Your Prince would like to be kept warm while he sleeps."

"Heh... yes, Your Majesty."

Ember shivered with delight from the extra pulse of pleasure that trigger gave him. "I'll be little spoon."

Liam had had some plans for things they could do once Ember had had a chance to nap. But all those plans were getting buried in the back of Ember's neck as he nuzzled and kissed it. Feeling the rise and fall of the lizard boy's body while they cuddled, shifted to find the cosiest position for the two of them. Once they found it, the rest of the afternoon went by in an instant, the two friends sleeping quite soundly in a woozy, giddy embrace.